"No wonder all the residents on the nearby floors had been scared into moving away. Such depressing ghostly aura leaked out of the room every day, and although all kinds of complaints had been reported to the government departments, there had been no response. Some Jailer Pawns who thought they had some skill probably came knocking as well, only to be given a hard time by Elizabeth."
Zhang Chen reached the eleventh floor and looked toward Elizabeth's room.
"Even with the naked eye, one can basically see faint, dark, depressing energy seeping out from beneath the door. Ordinary Jailer Pawns living nearby for too long would probably become so severely depressed that they'd jump off a building within days."
"Why did she have to turn her room into a haunted house all day long?"
Zhang Chen did not know why Elizabeth insisted on living this way. Out of courtesy, he did not extend his senses into the room. Instead, he stepped forward and knocked rhythmically on the door.
"Who is it?"
A suffocating voice came from inside. An ordinary Jailer Pawn would likely have had their legs go weak and fled at once. Yet Zhang Chen instead saw Elizabeth's reclusive nature through this reaction. Other than himself and Lan Miao, Elizabeth likely had no contact with anyone else.
"I'm from the administrative department. Someone reported that an aura resembling that of a ghostly creature is coming from your room, so I've come to conduct a search." Zhang Chen cleared his throat and pretended to be an official, deliberately teasing Elizabeth inside.
"Get lost. Disturb me again, and I'll kill you directly." This time, there was genuine killing intent in her voice.
"My apologies, I'm from the government—"
Before Zhang Chen could finish, a large amount of gray, gloomy energy seeped